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Title: As Thought
Fandom: Gakuen Heaven
Pairing: Nakajima/Taki
Word Count: 558
Rating/warnings: R for some non-con action.
Notes/Disclaimer: Hahaha, so yeah. I just want to see if I actually have their voices down or if I should go back to the drawing board (particularly with Nakajima - characters like him kind of leave me befuddled). Also, not mine, don't own, not making money.
This is set after Nakajima and Keita have their little "discussion" in the manga. :)
Nakajima stalked out of the Student Council room, his calm outward appearance belying the arousal that coursed through him. Keita was tempting and Nakajima didn’t regret his punishment - no matter what Niwa thought about it - but while Keita had come, Nakajima had been left with a swollen cock and no outlet for it. He wasn’t given to trysts or secret lovers; his tolerance for the student body extended only to brief conversations. The one person whom he’d gone to in the past for release was currently off helping the person who’d caused this condition in the first place.
Nakajima huffed quietly and adjusted his glasses. Perhaps Niwa wouldn’t mind if he showed up while he comforted Keita? They could have a threesome. Chuckling at the thought, Nakajima walked through the hallway. Glancing out a window to the nearly empty courtyard below, he paused, a slow smirk spreading on his lips. Perhaps the situation wasn’t as dire as he’d originally thought.
***
The bike fell to the pavement with a clatter as Nakajima pushed Taki to the wall, pinning his hands above his head with one hand, the other grasping hold of his pants and unbuttoning them roughly.
“N-Nakajima-san?!” Taki cried out, struggling against him fruitlessly. “What the hell to you think you’re do-”
“Shut up.” The words were dark and Nakajima stared down at Taki. “You’ll enjoy it.”
“That’s not the poi-nnhhhhh!” Taki cried out as Nakajima stroked him through his underwear, fingers trailing over his length, grip tightening and loosening. Taki panted, staring down at what Nakajima was doing before squeezing his eyes shut, fangs biting into his lip as he fought against crying out.
Nakajima smirked. There. Just give him a bit more. Cautiously, he loosened his grip on Taki hands, instead holding onto one and slowly bringing it down to his cock, still hard after giving Keita his punishment. He pressed himself into Taki’s hand, a groan rumbling deep in his throat.
Taki seemed to come back to himself. What the hell was he doing?! Drawing his hand away from Nakajima quickly, he kicked Nakajima hard in the shin once, twice, using all the strength he had in his powerful biker’s legs.
Hissing, Nakajima fell backwards, connecting painfully to the concrete below. His eyes were wide behind his glasses as he stared up at Taki, who quickly zipped and buttoned up his pants, glancing around to see if anyone was around to witness this.
“You kicked me,” he said, the words not angry so much as incredulous. No one at BL Academy had ever dared to kick him before, not even Shichijo, Nakajima’s constant adversary.
“Don’t hold it against me, Nakajima-san!” Taki said. “But no means no! I’m not one of Naruse-san’s little honeys. Go talk to him if you want to get off!” He ran over to his bike and hopped on, giving out a little ‘whoop’ as he sped away.
Nakajima watched him go, rubbing his sore leg, before chuckling. The little idiot had more spine than he’d ever thought. Ignoring his now waning arousal, Nakajima got to his feet and dusted off his pants before heading back towards to the Student Council room. While Taki was more interesting, he wasn’t of any use to Nakajima at the moment. He would just have to take his frustrations out on the treasury records.
Fandom: Gakuen Heaven
Pairing: Nakajima/Taki
Word Count: 558
Rating/warnings: R for some non-con action.
Notes/Disclaimer: Hahaha, so yeah. I just want to see if I actually have their voices down or if I should go back to the drawing board (particularly with Nakajima - characters like him kind of leave me befuddled). Also, not mine, don't own, not making money.
This is set after Nakajima and Keita have their little "discussion" in the manga. :)
Nakajima stalked out of the Student Council room, his calm outward appearance belying the arousal that coursed through him. Keita was tempting and Nakajima didn’t regret his punishment - no matter what Niwa thought about it - but while Keita had come, Nakajima had been left with a swollen cock and no outlet for it. He wasn’t given to trysts or secret lovers; his tolerance for the student body extended only to brief conversations. The one person whom he’d gone to in the past for release was currently off helping the person who’d caused this condition in the first place.
Nakajima huffed quietly and adjusted his glasses. Perhaps Niwa wouldn’t mind if he showed up while he comforted Keita? They could have a threesome. Chuckling at the thought, Nakajima walked through the hallway. Glancing out a window to the nearly empty courtyard below, he paused, a slow smirk spreading on his lips. Perhaps the situation wasn’t as dire as he’d originally thought.
The bike fell to the pavement with a clatter as Nakajima pushed Taki to the wall, pinning his hands above his head with one hand, the other grasping hold of his pants and unbuttoning them roughly.
“N-Nakajima-san?!” Taki cried out, struggling against him fruitlessly. “What the hell to you think you’re do-”
“Shut up.” The words were dark and Nakajima stared down at Taki. “You’ll enjoy it.”
“That’s not the poi-nnhhhhh!” Taki cried out as Nakajima stroked him through his underwear, fingers trailing over his length, grip tightening and loosening. Taki panted, staring down at what Nakajima was doing before squeezing his eyes shut, fangs biting into his lip as he fought against crying out.
Nakajima smirked. There. Just give him a bit more. Cautiously, he loosened his grip on Taki hands, instead holding onto one and slowly bringing it down to his cock, still hard after giving Keita his punishment. He pressed himself into Taki’s hand, a groan rumbling deep in his throat.
Taki seemed to come back to himself. What the hell was he doing?! Drawing his hand away from Nakajima quickly, he kicked Nakajima hard in the shin once, twice, using all the strength he had in his powerful biker’s legs.
Hissing, Nakajima fell backwards, connecting painfully to the concrete below. His eyes were wide behind his glasses as he stared up at Taki, who quickly zipped and buttoned up his pants, glancing around to see if anyone was around to witness this.
“You kicked me,” he said, the words not angry so much as incredulous. No one at BL Academy had ever dared to kick him before, not even Shichijo, Nakajima’s constant adversary.
“Don’t hold it against me, Nakajima-san!” Taki said. “But no means no! I’m not one of Naruse-san’s little honeys. Go talk to him if you want to get off!” He ran over to his bike and hopped on, giving out a little ‘whoop’ as he sped away.
Nakajima watched him go, rubbing his sore leg, before chuckling. The little idiot had more spine than he’d ever thought. Ignoring his now waning arousal, Nakajima got to his feet and dusted off his pants before heading back towards to the Student Council room. While Taki was more interesting, he wasn’t of any use to Nakajima at the moment. He would just have to take his frustrations out on the treasury records.